The window was my television
The carpet was my bed
The only thing I looked forward to was you coming in
I couldn't care about the food or how comfortable I was
All I could care about was hoping you'd come home
I'd cry and I'd cry
But it didn't do much
I yelled at anyone who came in my path
Because, it wasn't you.
I'm tired of this window
This carpet needs to be cleaned
My stomach is empty
I have nothing to eat
I was worthy to you
Your not worthy to me
A mans best friend
But a friend doesn't leave
And never come back.
Rip to me
The dog
You didn't care about